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Poems

Here are a few of the hundreds of poems I have been fortunate to help facilitate

To Dream

Beautifully woven,
circles of life, feathered,
flowing, blowing on a breeze.

The dream catcher
softens my slumber,
lightens my sleep,
holds me through the night. 

--Lil, Mary, Frankie, Theda, Martha, Nadine, Johnnie, & Sue
Arbor House, Rockwall, TX

© Mind’s Eye Poetry, 2014. All rights reserved.

Poppies, After O’Keeffe

I see a person, arms and legs
reaching. A starburst center.

I see two evening gowns
on a diagonal, flowing.

I see a Scottie dog
prancing in a field of orange.
 
I see a turtle swimming
in waves of light.

I see springtime blooming,
in soft, swirling petals.

I see summertime in Santa Fe.
I see a black bird soaring into sunset
.

--Kary, Jim, Fred, Jean, Virginia, Elizabeth, Betty, Virginia, Ed, Gail, Freida, Joe, & Tennessee.
Belmont Village Senior Living, Dallas, TX

© Mind’s Eye Poetry, 2014. All rights reserved.

Simply Blue

The peaceful ocean,
the whisper of butterflies,
a blue bird’s song.
 
A sunset breeze,
homemade blueberry pie,
a joyful sky.

--Otto, Elva, Bonnie, Beverly, Pauline, Lorrell, Ralph, Bea, Jean, Claire, Don, Tommy, Clara, Burt, Maddie, Nancy, Carl, Dee, Betty, Louise, & Kenneth
Autumn Leaves, Rockwall, TX 

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Music To My Ears

The laughter of children,
the chirping of sparrows,
fresh cotton flapping on the line.

The voice that makes the lilacs grow,
the whispering of willows,
jingle bells and wedding bells.

The soft purring of a cat,
the music in a gentle breeze,
the sound of I love you.

--Memory Care Residents
Windsor Senior Living, Dallas, TX

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Dancing Colors, After Chihuly

In the glass forest,
the dancing branches
of the flaming tree
twist and curl.

I see crackling 
daffodils, blue-green 
spikes of fire.
I see the forest’s
reflection.


reflection.
I see the forest’s
spikes of fire.
Daffodils, blue-green.
I see crackling.
 
Twist and curl,
of the flaming tree.
The dancing branches,
in the glass forest.

 --Mitsu, Allean, Randy, Glen, Katherine, Pat, Rosemary, Hazel, Mary Lou, Mimi, Elsie, Wayne, Susan, Mary Jane, & Doris
Arbor House, Lewisville, TX 

© Mind’s Eye Poetry, 2014. All rights reserved.

My Mother

My mother could sew.
She made me clothes,
a lovely red dress.
 
She was a woman of faith,
went to church, prayed
for those less fortunate.
 
She was a hard worker,
farmed beans and greens,
worked ‘til sundown.

She taught me the value
of an education, made books
and learning a priority.

She sang songs. Beautiful songs--
I only had to say, 
Mama, please sing.

-- Respite Care Participants, Hope for Tomorrow Conference
Alzheimer’s Association Of Greater Dallas

© Mind’s Eye Poetry, 2014. All rights reserved.

Edge Of Earth

The sun sets into water,
a rainbow reflection--
yellow, red, blue, becoming purple.
 
The tide leaves the shore
and drags back against the sand.

The last few seconds before nightfall.
--Jackie, Jo, Helene, Mary, Beatrice, Tao, & Jean
Sunrise Of Edgewater, Edgewater, NJ

© Mind’s Eye Poetry, 2014. All rights reserved.


To Be Yellow

If I were yellow, I would be--
a bumblebee,
the ocean at sunrise,
a daisy blooming spring.

If I were yellow, I would be--
fresh-cut lemons,
a lollipop,
a piece of homemade pie.

If I were yellow, I would be--
a silky ribbon tied on a gift,
a meadowlark in flight.
I would be sunlight sparkling.

--Jimmy, Bill, Gus, Barbara, Roxie, Hoa, Erma, Trudy, Mary Anne, Joan, Jo, Janette, Mary, Dominick, Rutha, Ruth, Boompa, Dot, Ray, and Mary
Encore Day Center, Plano, TX

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Adventure

I’d go to the Grand Ole’ Opry,
listen to music, dance the night away.

I’d go home to Dallas, see family,
share a home-cooked meal.
 
I’d go to Topeka, Kansas,
tell stories, laugh with my relatives.

I’d go to Washington, D.C.,
visit the Smithsonian, see the sights.

I’d go to France to see the lights
and watch the pretty ladies dance.

I’d go to where the grass is soft
and gentle breezes blow.

--Opal, Randy, Lena, Olivia, Jimmy, Gilbert, & Leonard
Arbor House, Dallas, TX
 
© Mind’s Eye Poetry, 2014. All rights reserved.

If Happiness Were a Sound...

It would be loud like a beating heart,
the sound of children laughing,
church bells ringing, a choir singing,
the sound of clear blue days
when the sky sings love.

Sam, Peggy, Judy, John, Jeannine, Sallye, Bettie, Mary W., Maureen, Mary A., Tom, & Helen
Autumn Leaves, Carrollton, TX

© Mind’s Eye Poetry, 2014. All rights reserved.

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